I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

"Well, little fox! Maybe it's because of this little fox that can only emit fragrance."

Following the direction the wolves were staring at, Jiang Ming's eyes moved and his spirits lifted.

Only then did he notice a little fox curled up under the bed, covered in black fur and scorched.

An ethereal fragrance emanated from the little fox, as if the wolves came here by smelling it.

"The master said, let me be careful of the fox, don't be hollowed out and sucked dry, it is a kind of harm to me."

Jiang Ming looked at the drooling pack of wolves, trying to wait for an opportunity in the woods.

The ears of the sleeping little fox moved, and the little fox was harmless to humans and animals.

It doesn't seem to be affected by the external environment.

Jiang Ming was silent, his heart was shaken, and he sighed.

"Forget it, it's a weak life with no resistance. It's too pitiful for it to be eaten by wolves like this. I'm not this kind of person either. Let's try to protect it!"

Jiang Ming held the wooden stick with both hands, and muttered to the wolves surrounding him.

"Master, you old man, don't watch your apprentice get killed by a pack of wolves, that would be too embarrassing."

Swallowing his saliva, rubbing his hands together, he felt that his physique was no different from that of ordinary people.

The purple lotus imprint in the dantian is lifelike and sparkling.

Not a trace of aura can be brought out.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a tough battle.

"thumping!"

"Ow!"

After a gray wolf about the size of a calf let out an astonishing roar.

All the wolves seemed to have received an order, and they all came towards Jiang Ming's broken thatched cottage.

The red eyes carried a kind of fishy aura unique to beasts, which made people dizzy.

"The sun is shining, sweeping all directions..."

The long stick turned into a long dragon, or slashed, or picked, or pulled, and each hit hit the weak point of the gray wolf coming in from the crack.

Throat, neck, lower abdomen.

Although now Jiang Ming is no different from ordinary people.

But he has one thing, that is, the Shushan swordsmanship he has learned has taken root in his head.

With the help of a long stick, he used Shushan swordsmanship.

Although it can't compare to the time when the magic weapon contains spiritual power and the cultivation base of transforming gods.

But it's also wonderful.

Gradually, Jiang Ming's original Shushan sword technique also evolved into a stick technique.

With the help of the hut as a simple barrier and geographical advantages, it actually blocked the attack of the wolves.

It's just that the long stick is just a long stick after all, not an iron tool.

In addition, now Jiang Ming's physical body is indeed the flesh and blood of ordinary people.

Hurrying quickly, his clothes, which were already somewhat old, had become no different from a beggar's outfit, scattered and scattered.

I don't know how many bloodstains were caught by the wolves on his body.

"Damn, don't you want to fall into the hands of these beasts today?"

Jiang Ming panted heavily and rested against the wall, staring vigilantly at the wolves outside the thatched hut.

The long stick in his hand broke in two, his head was dizzy, and his clothes gradually began to stain red along with the scars on his body.

"Master, do you really want this young apprentice to be buried in this wild place in the southwest?"

"It's time like this, and you still haven't unblocked me."

"If the apprentice doesn't believe me and dies, my soul will definitely return to the master's side to see what's going on."

There was no reaction when he saw Dantian, Jiang Ming stared at another group of wolves arriving.

The whole person felt a little lost in his heart.

Taking a few sips from the half pot of old wine left in the wine gourd, he relieved the pain in his body.

Jiang Ming tore off his tattered clothes, and said chicly while holding two pieces of broken wooden sticks.

"Little fox, do you think I want to blame you? Or don't blame you? I feel like I was cheated by you."

"But I'm still a bit reluctant!"

"Ouch..."

The black wolf, the leader of the wolf pack and the size of a calf, exudes traces of green mist.

There was a trace of greed and cunning in the two eyes, and the subordinates sent out had blocked the surrounding Baizhang space.

As an elf in the mountains and forests, he was only one step away from forming a demon wolf in the form of a demon pill.

Naturally, wisdom has been greatly grown, comparable to ordinary people with quick minds and brains.

Ordinary golden core practitioners are not necessarily its opponents.

Zongheng has no opponent in this mountain forest.

It was also because he hadn't turned into a monster to harm the people in the capital of Nanzhao, so he was able to live in peace.

There are many monsters and beasts living in the jungle deeper in the southwestern border.

Not where it dares to touch.

The demon wolf came here tonight smelling the fragrance of the little fox, and the ancestral imprint deep in his blood was constantly glowing and glowing.

Great opportunity, great fortune.

It is reminded of it by centuries of surviving experience.

The little fox in the thatched hut and the 20-year-old human in front of him are not simple.

Usually, I would never dare to mess with it.

But as long as it is eaten and swallowed, it is estimated that it can make its bloodline more stable and deep.

Let these ordinary ethnic groups under him go to test it out to see if this human has any backhands and unused hole cards.

Now it seems that everything is not beyond its expectation, both Jiang Ming and the little fox seem to have suffered some injuries, and the hidden power in their bodies cannot be used.

This made the wolf very satisfied.

It doesn't need to go into battle in person, and the people under it won't sacrifice much.

The surrounding pack of wolves moved after hearing the sound, and rushed towards the injured Jiang Ming in front of the thatched cottage.

"Come on, let me, Jiang Ming, take care of you bastards who don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

The scorched black, still in a coma, the little fox blinked his ears as if he heard something, and narrowed his nimble eyes.

He moved his paws slightly, as if using all his strength to move his body.

However, he accidentally touched a dark crack in the fur, and the little fox, who was in pain, fainted again.

In the lock demon tower.

Yang Chen was walking casually, while comparing and absorbing the knowledge imparted by Xian and Yu Wuxia in the book and the secrets of the star gates in the human world.

But he felt that a mark in the purple lotus primordial spirit in his mind was constantly burning hot.

Incorporate spiritual power into it.

A three-stage lotus about the size of a thumb clearly printed on a lotus leaf is giving feedback.

There was information about Jiang Ming on the southwest border.

Without thinking too much, Yang Chen stretched out his left hand and bent it into a semicircle to swipe in the air.

A mirror-like water curtain appeared in front of his eyes, on which was the scene of Jiang Ming fighting with the pack of wolves.

In the woods not far away, there are dozens of wild wolves with red eyes waiting for an opportunity.

Jiang Ming was soaked in blood at this moment, his body was dripping with blood, and there were claw marks all over his body.

The two tigers dancing with wooden sticks were vigorous, and I don't know how many grinning wolves were repelled.

There is still leisurely talking about the master who sealed his spells and even his physique, cheating the existence of his apprentice!

Inside and outside the words, Yang Chen was blaming Yang Chen for sealing the ability possessed by the Great Cultivator of the Transformation Stage.

"This cheap apprentice is still complaining that I shouldn't seal his spells and physique."

"But I don't know that among ordinary people, there are also martial arts masters who practice swords and knives. Just a sharp blade made of traditional Chinese is enough to wipe out more than a dozen beasts."

"The basic martial arts and body skills taught by Shu Shan to the beginner disciples were all fed to his dogs. They were used in such a mess that even a few ordinary beasts couldn't avoid them."

Yang Chen listened to Jiang Ming's complaints as if he was on the scene, and his face was a little embarrassed.

There was a bit of self-pity and self-pity in the words, and he didn't know whether he was talking about Jiang Min or himself.

After his cheap master took in a cheap apprentice, he basically didn't do much cooking.

Either hide quietly in the sword mound, or go to the sea and mountains to search for treasures on Qiandao.

The entrustment was given to the sect for them to take care of it.

Most of the time, he practiced alone, or Xu Changqing gave pointers when he was around.

Encountered such a danger tonight, I still can't use the spiritual power in my body.

To be honest, dealing with this kind of scene is really a bit troublesome.

After all, it was the head of Qingwei who suggested Jiang Ming go out to practice, but he was the one who sealed the spiritual power of Zilian in his dantian with one hand.

The eyesight and experience of a cultivator in the Transformation God Realm are incomparable to the current Yang Chen.

"My master should also do his duty. Use this year to teach his apprentice well, so that he won't be coaxed easily in the future."

Of course, the biggest point is that Jiang Ming's life is too comfortable.

There is never a shortage of magical skills, secret books and weapons and magic weapons, and even talent and practice are the best treated in the sect.

The brothers who competed in the sect basically stayed behind him for the sake of the same sect.

Jiang Ming hadn't fought demons and beasts and villains in Kyushu very much.

So Jiang Ming used the sharp and unrestrained Shushan swordsmanship and the cloud shadow step under his feet.

From Yang Chen's point of view, everything is flawed, let alone instinct and the wild wolf who has experienced survival battles.

Although wild wolves are just beasts.

But in order to survive in the mountains and forests, I don't know how many ferocious beasts and other races have fought.

Those who can survive have developed a powerful innate sense and instinct.

Jiang Ming's combat awareness still needs to be improved.

"I still live too comfortably, and I need to hone my fighting instinct and heart."

"Anyway, there is my purple lotus imprint, as long as the soul is not taken away by others, I can't die anyway."

Yang Chen paused, under the curious and puzzled eyes of Shuxian and Xiao Xuanfeng.

Through the connection with Jiang Ming's dantian, in the sound transmission and water environment technique.

Point out Jiang Ming.

"Refreshing and concentrating, not sticking to the outside world, confusing and distracting."

"A sword comes out of Nanshan, a sword rises to the sun, a man is a sword, and a sword is a man."

Jiang Ming was fighting hard, holding a few wooden stakes to block the wall of the thatched hut that was about to be smashed by the pack of wolves.

Hearing this very familiar voice suddenly in his mind, the whole person felt a scene of tears streaming down his face.

Shushan's entry-level swordsmanship moves.

The moment Yang Chen's voice sounded, his hands naturally danced along with it.

The short stick in his hand was like a horse watching flowers, and he stabbed out a few times.

The wolf who jumped in from the window screamed from time to time in pain from being poked in the eyelid.

It is the soft place where it is stabbed.

This made the dozen or so wolves surrounding the thatched hut back away in shock and fear.

Jiang Ming let out a long breath, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The luster in his eyes that looked a little tired from the battle tonight has recovered a lot.

"Shushan swordsmanship, if added with spiritual power, will be even more mighty and extraordinary. A single sword qi can turn these wolves into minced meat."

All the sword moves with the same name as what Yang Chen said were used.

"Okay, so it can still be used like this!"

This is a feeling of not being able to see after experiencing difficulties and suffering, and hoping that the rain will finally pass.

Jiang Ming felt as if he saw a puddle of clear water in the desert.

Both hands went hand in hand and knocked away the heads of a few wolves that got in, Jiang Ming said excitedly at the same time.

"Master, your old man finally showed up, hurry up and help me restore my dantian mana and primordial spirit, or I will be killed by these wolves..."

"You have the heart to see your apprentice die in the southwest."

"Don't call me master, a majestic great cultivator at the transformation stage, without his cultivation base and magic weapon, he can't even deal with a few little wolves."

Yang Chen didn't seem to take Jiang Ming's complaints and players seriously.

A serious voice sounded in Jiang Ming's mind, making his ears buzz.

"The Shu Mountain swordsmanship you have practiced hard for many years and the great fame you achieved in the cultivation world, are they all just air?"

"You have practiced basic swordsmanship for so many years and you are still confused. It is not as good as the basic swordsmanship practiced by ordinary martial arts masters. I guess you are not as good as a teenager."

"Pay me, I know that I was lazy, but can you stop complaining about my apprentice when you are in danger, first remove the seal in my dantian."

"I will definitely practice these basics when I return to Shushan."

"Impossible, I'm far away in the Shu Mountains, even a heavenly immortal can't break the seal in Dantian for you from such a long distance."

Yang Chen categorically interrupted Jiang Ming's fantasy, and at the same time said with a bit of ridicule in his words.

"If you can't stand it, you will have to catch a cold. I will also choose a good place for you in the sword. I will ensure that there are mountains and waters so that you can enjoy the scenery when you sleep on the ground."

Jiang Ming was speechless for a while, and his face was even more depressed.

Pit apprentice Yeah.

"Ow!"

At this time, when Jiang Min was in a daze, the wild wolf who had been waiting outside the broken wall for a long time bent his leg and flicked.

Suddenly jumped up and bit Jiang Ming's arm.

Tonight, the dozen or so of us who came rushing over were unlucky.But I don't know how many beatings I have suffered, and I have long hated this naughty human being.

Seeing that Jiang Ming was still in a daze at this critical moment, he naturally rushed forward when he seized this opportunity.

"The intention is to put the sword first!"

"You must first comprehend the artistic conception and integrate yourself into the swordsmanship before using it. What you hold in your hand is not a wooden stick, but an extension of your arm."

"The autumn wind is bleak and all things wither, this is the artistic conception of autumn."

"With a sword in hand, you can turn rivers and seas, open up the world and enter the gate of heaven."

Yang Chen's voice was like a bell, rolling over.

"A mortal body wants to seize the way of longevity, and wants to protect everything around him. It should be like this. He has the lofty ambition to accept the world as his own body."

"Now is the best time for you to understand the subtlety of Shushan's basic swordsmanship."

"Do not rely on spiritual power, do not rely on the primordial spirit, but the artistic conception and the human body."

"Ordinary people can also fight immortals."